"Oh? You've got a plan?" Jonathan knew all too well what his son was like. "You're not just stalling me, are you?" "With my family's reputation, you shouldn't have such doubts." Jonathan laughed, "You are always the visionary! Alright, I'll agree to your terms, but don't take too long. Jonathan's not the patient type." "I've got it under control." Dorothy didn't immediately return to the Bay Residence with Everett.

She was all too aware of her disheveled state. She feared that Abigail and Langston would be scared if they saw her like this.

Back in the hotel suite, Everett, with his penchant for cleanliness, couldn't help but frown deeply at the sight of beer cans littered all over the floor.

"You should get ssleep." "And you?" Dorothy looked up at him.

can do it myself. You're hurt." Everett stood still, repeating with a commanding tone, "Go to sleep." "Okay." He watched Dorothy curl up in bed, her small figure forming a lump under the covers, let out a shallow

on alcohol. She never used to be like this! In fact, she used to hate drinking. Because of his injuries, Everett's movements were

second she might turn cold again, hurl

tugged

this point in life, he wondered if he was too

room, it was already deep

to reach out, when he saw Dorothy's clear eyes

stroking her hair thered an illnes epeated vert we treat it. But let's not think about ending everything, okay? Just stick withlike

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